I hated myself for the way my pussy tightened in response.
His cock stood proudly just inches from my nose. The musky scent of him filled my nostrils. I leaned in closer. I’d never done this before and I wasn’t sure what to expect. I put out my tongue and tentatively touched it to the tip. He was smooth and salty, and, encouraged, I licked him again and then worked my way down, flicking the underside of his cockhead with my tongue. His dick jumped in response, so I guessed he liked that. I kissed down his shaft, tracing my tongue over the ridged veins. I felt like I was finally getting to know his dick, all the different textures of him. I moved back up and parted my lips to cover the entire head.
He filled my whole mouth, and his cock slid across my tongue, to the back of my throat. I was sure he’d stop there, but he kept going. I panicked, backing off him, but he grabbed the back of my head and stopped me.
“Breathe through your nose, sweetheart, and try to relax.”
I didn’t think there was much chance of relaxing with his huge dick stuffed halfway down my throat. Plus, there were other people around. Did the flight crew know what was happening here? Had they deliberately stayed away to give us our privacy? Or were they somewhere nearby, wide-eyed at the way one of their passengers was fucking their companion’s mouth?
I managed to draw breath through my nostrils, and the panic inside me eased a little.
I tried to swallow, my throat undulating against his cock, but it was impossible. Leo must have felt it, though, as he groaned above me, and I was sure he grew even harder.
He eased off me a little, letting me pull back enough to pay some more attention to the tip before I sank back down again.
He matched my rhythm, shunting his hips back and forth. He was so hard between my lips. The saltiness of his precum coated my tongue, and I was sure from the noises he was making that he was close to climax. I had no idea what to expect. Would I choke and splutter?
I loved the dark hooded look of his eyes as he stared down at me. I discovered that I wanted to please him, and I wanted for the other woman on the plane to hear him climax and know that I was the one who’d got him there.
To my horror, I realised my mouth was going dry. I had no choice but to release his dick.
He caught my chin and tilted up my face. “Open up.”
I obeyed, and he leaned down and spat into my mouth, giving me his saliva when mine had dried up.
“Now, try again.”
I swirled his spit around with my tongue and slid my lips back around his dick, sinking deep. Feeling brave, I slipped my hand inside the opening of his suit trousers and cupped his balls. Though I had no experience, I knew this was a sensitive area, so I took things carefully, massaging in time with his thrusts.
“Ah, yes, beautiful girl. My dark-haired Raven. You know exactly how to please me.”
He caught my hair again, and his movements grew harder and faster, and I struggled to keep up with him. Instead of fighting it, I gave in, relaxing my mouth and throat as much as possible and allowing him to fuck my face.
He grunted and held himself deep. Hot, salty fluid shot down the back of my throat, and I had no choice but to swallow again and again, my throat working against his cock.
He let out a sigh of satisfaction and sat back, releasing my hair. I pulled off him, and he picked up the glass of champagne the air stewardess had brought around and handed it to me. He lifted his own glass and downed it in one, then lifted the empty glass to signal for a refill. The air stewardess hurried forward, and I realised she must have been aware of what was happening the whole time.
I gave a smile of satisfaction and drank the rest of my champagne.